Life it seems will fade awayDrifting further every dayGetting lost within myselfNothing matters, no one elseI have lost the will to liveSimply nothing more to giveThere is nothing more for meNeed the end to set me free

No one but me can save myself but it's too lateNow I can't think, think why I should even tryYesterday seems as though it never existedDeath greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye

Things not what they used to beMissing one inside of meDeathly lost, this can't be realCannot stand this hell I feelEmptiness is filling meTo the point of agonyGrowing darkness taking dawnI was me but now he's gone

Of the three Fade To Black's I like Apoptygma's the best because, although it is a song about the wish for death in a time of inner despair, it is neither melancholy nor maudlin but up-beat and triumphant.

If you guys haven't heard of Jay Brannan, you should absolutely check him out. I'm serious, just one play and this has shot to being my favourite song of all time.

Lyrics:26-hour day music and lyrics by jay brannan

once upon our timein a land far gonewhere hate crime’s enforced by state crimeeven though they say the land of the free was made for both you and me

well, the girl next door might have cancerand the hospital nearby’s got the answer, butshe’s never been there, can’t afford healthcarein the arms of the home of the brave, she’s carried to her grave

marionettes for presidents, strung out on warsand we’re not sure who’s american anymoredivision of church and state is my kind of separatismspreading god’s love through scare tactics is casual terrorismand if abortion’s murder, let’s strip that right away, andwho gave women the right to vote anyway?

so many babiesbrought into the world todayamongst so many maybeslike maybe they’ll feel loved, be provided for, and have a placeto staybut instead of placing them in loving stable homesthat might not fill the conservative billthey’re tossed around the foster system like a hot potatoinstead of making friends of dorothythey’re thrown to the tornado

death warrants signed by murdererswho came to power through the back dooris this democracy or a monarchywhat do we hold elections foryou write your personal agenda on a post-it noteand leave the constitution lying on the bathroom floor

this is for the world trade center, for columbinefor oklahoma city and the lost and lonely friends of minefor ireland, iran, iraqand the suffering caused by the indian ocean’s attackfor falun gong and the berlin wallthe homeless, the hungry, and slaves to drugs and alcoholindian, australian, african slavesnative americans whose amber waves of grainwere melted down into white men’s richesvictims of war and for salem’s witchesfor boys who were told to act more like boysand girls who were told to only play with girl toysthe voiceless, forgotten, plagued by diseasegod help us please, please, please

maybe one day i’ll stop alternatingbetween thirteen hours of eating and thirteen hours of sleepingand do something about it with what i guess could have been atwenty-six hour day

_________________Alex - The Brit

Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get highCos you never know when you're gonna go